My Little Book of Erotic Tales (2 page)

The only reason I left her at her father's house this long was
because she wasn't hanging around Jacob, if she had I would've dragged her ass
home a long time ago, but I guess her dad had talked some sense into her, saved
both their lives.

Just because I didn't want her didn't mean I wanted him to have
her, fuck that shit, that ring that she still wore on her finger said she
belonged to me.

If I wanted to put her ass on the shelf for the next two years
then that's what the fuck I would do, but now there was a kid involved, I'll
know soon enough if it was mine, then we'll see.

"Where're we going?"

"Did I say you could talk?"

I didn't even look at her, from what little I had seen in the lab,
she looked like shit, all pale and drawn. Early pregnancy would do that to you.

She was tense as a board all the way back to town, probably
thought I was taking her somewhere to kill her and bury the body. It's what she
deserved, cheating bitch.

I dragged her ass into the building and led her to Greta's office,
she looked at me quizzically, I didn't have to give her any explanations, she
was my property, fuck you, that's just the way it is, you don't like the way I
think, I don't give a flying fuck.

When Greta was done with her I had a dilemma, should I take her
home with me or back to her dad’s. Obviously if the results of the paternity
test I had just forced on her came back showing the kid was mine she would have
to come home, and if it was Carter’s, she was fucking dead; they both were.

Better keep her here then.

Greta rushed that shit through, thank God, I was going crazy.

So it was mine, she'd spent the last week or so trying to convince
me of that and the fact that they were innocent in that tent.

I'd mushed her fucking face the first time she brought up the tent,
she was a tenacious little thing, I'd forgotten that about her.

When she wasn't trying to convince me she was railing at me about
going back to her dad's, like now.

"You don't want me here, I might as well go."

"Try it bitch."

"Stop calling me that, and since when did you become so foul
mouthed anyway?"

"Since I saw the innocent girl I married all but fucking
another guy on a mountain top."

"You're such an ass you know that......"

I was on her before the words were dry on her tongue, who the fuck
was she talking to?

Donovan what the fuck are you doing? I think my subconscious self
had had enough.

Fuck if I know, I just know that being with her the last couple
days, smelling her scent, seeing that ass of hers that had hooked me from the
beginning, had finally caught up with me.

She's still my wife, I can fuck her if I want to, and that's just
what I'm gonna do.

"Donovan...."

"Don't say another fucking word."

I stripped her right there in the breakfast nook, windows all
around, good thing the backyard went on forever and there were no neighbors to
look out for.

The housekeeper wasn't here today, no one to interrupt.

I bent her over the table and fucked the shit out of her, there
was nothing tender about it, nothing kind and loving, not the way I had always
been before.

I
fucked her pussy deep and raw, all the pent up anger and frustration seemed to
be in the thrust of my hips.

"Open your fucking
legs."

I slapped her ass hard to get her to obey, she spread and I felt
her juices running down. Good.

I sawed in and out of her pussy as I pulled back on her hips.

"You go anywhere near that mother fucker again I'll kill you,
you hear me.....answer me dammit."

"Yes.....yes. I hear you."

I pulled her hair roughly, I still wanted to hurt her; the only
thing stopping me was the baby in her womb.

I turned her over and laid her on the table; it had been way too
long since I ate my pussy.

I licked and sucked her without mercy, I knew how sensitive she
was to my tongue but I didn't care. I finger fucked her ass as I buried my
tongue in her opening.

"Donovan, oh....oh, I can’t, I can't."

Yeah you can bitch.

When I was satisfied with her pussy I climbed from between her legs
and pulled her from the table by her hair.

"Kneel."

She knelt before me, she knew what to do.

She swallowed my dick just the way I liked, head bobbing back and
forth as she licked and sucked on my meat.

My cock was straight and stiff, there was three months worth of
fucking in there, I was gonna use every last ounce of it in one go.

I pulled her hair to get her off my dick.

Back on the table, missionary style this time. I wanted to look
into her eyes while I violated her.

No preamble I just drove the dick in deep. She screeched, I
plunged, over and over. I had her ankles around my neck holding tight to them
with my hands.

Her
pussy was foaming, my dick was covered, it was gonna be a long time before I
was satisfied.

I fucked her to a ne'er thee
well, I'm not even sure she came, who cares.

She cried through the whole thing, I didn't care; at least that's
what I told myself.

I pulled out and left her draped across the table and started to
walk out of the room.

She threw a cup and saucer at my fucking head.

"You bastard Donovan; I want a divorce."

"No."

"You can't stop me, in this country I can file for a divorce
if I want to."

"I'll contest it, win and then beat your ass for the
embarrassment the way I should've three months ago."

"For the last time you fuck wit, nothing happened, if you
would stop and think you would see how stupid you're being."

"Yeah, enlighten me, tell me how my eyes deceived me, how I
didn't see him draped all over you."

"Donovan, we were fully clothed, when you pulled him out of
the tent did you stop to notice that, or that I was also for that matter? Did
you notice that my lips were blue, do you know how long I laid there freezing
to death with him pleading with me to let him help before I finally gave in, and
do you know why I gave in Donovan? This."

She pointed to her stomach where my child laid.

"I suspected even then that I was pregnant, I waited and
waited for you to get there, but the longer you took the more danger we were in
so I took a chance, and look what happened.

Do you really think we would've done that knowing you were on your
way and could show up any minute?"

Okay what she was saying made sense, how come it didn't three
months ago?

Because you're a hot headed asshole.

Shut the fuck up.

Just saying.

Now she was slapping my chest and screaming at me, hormonal bitch.

"Why won't you believe me?" Slap slap punch, damn she
hit like a girl.

"I believe you."

She got in a few more hits before she caught on to what I said.

"You......you do?"

"Uh huh."

What? It made sense, now that the red haze had cleared, I could
see where it had happened the way she described.

"So now you believe me, you couldn't believe me then before
beating poor Damien half to death?"

"Poor Damien my ass, I don't care what you say he wants in
your pants, and you're still not allowed to see him, that's a deal breaker, if
we do this, there's no Damien."

"Fine, I haven't seen him in months anyway, I think you
scared him away."

"Good."

We were hugging each other and grinning, life was a fucking
kaleidoscope.

"Donovan?"

"Yeah babe."

"We're having a baby."

"I know, isn't it great?"

Almost six months later we had two boys, Thomas and Gabriel , my
little men, they were my carbon copies, their mother was gonna have hell on her
hands, me I was gonna make sure my boys were men.

Lisa's been mumbling lately about having a girl to even things
out, yeah that's just what I needed a little angel to make me bat shit crazy,
no thank you.

We'd seen Damien at the local mall one Saturday when we were out
with the kids, Lisa had smiled and given a little wave, I growled like fuck,
he'd taken one look at my face and kept his ass moving.

"Donovan......"

"Not gonna happen."

 I watched her as she walked
back and forth until she went into the laundry room

The others were engrossed in their games or Peter's story telling.
Perfect.

I felt my wood already on the rise.

I slipped away unnoticed and opened and closed the door with a
soft click.

She turned as if half expecting me.

"Ethan....."

"Ssshh." I put my finger to her lips and turned her
around cupping her pussy in my hand under her dress.

Her panties were already wet.

"The others will hear...” Her voice was already breathless
and sexy.

"Not if you're quiet." I pushed my fingers under the
waistband of her underwear, feeling the wet heat of her pussy I fingered her
slit with all four digits until she flooded my hand with her essence.

"We mustn't, it's wrong." Her half ass refusal fell on
deaf ears.

We went through this every time, but I always got my way, she
couldn't resist my cock and what it did to her, I'd even fucked her once while
her sister slept not far away.

"Drop them."

She pushed her panties down until they pooled around her ankles,
pushing her head gently forward I bent her over the washing machine.

Releasing my cock from the confinement of my jeans I surged into
her pussy.

"Uhhmmmmm....." She moaned as I slid in deep and strong.

"Sshhhh." I rocked in and out in a slow motion enjoying
the feel and the lasciviousness of our actions, after all for all intense and
purposes she was my sister, but she wasn’t, no blood relation just a sequence
of events that landed us all in this predicament.

Her pussy clenched around me as I whispered in her ear.

"I love being in your pussy, can't get enough."

I picked up speed as I felt her legs tremble, fucking blindly into
her pussy.

I came long and hard, my hand over her mouth to hush the scream I
knew was coming.

"Let me clean you up." I turned her around, knelt before
her and ate her pussy til there was nothing left.

Pulling her panties back up I kissed her hungrily.

"Thanks Priscilla." She blushed as I turned and walked
out the door.

  He loves me; I know he does
so does she.

I'm supposed to be just the handmaiden another word for breeder,
surrogate, whatever

Only here we do it the natural way.

She's bitter and angry, we don't care

We fuck with doors open sometimes, she hears

He wants to punish her, I know

He's not a bad man, he's just angry

Until me, I make him happy

She stole his joy, I brought it back

His son kicks in my womb

There's nothing she can do,

She thought she had gotten away with it, but all was revealed

She wasn't barren after all, to keep fame and adoration of the
masses

she took the life of a child in her womb, his child

Now he knows, now he hates

He sleeps in my bed she sleeps alone

She cries, he roars as he empties himself inside of me.

Why doesn't he leave her you ask, it's not that easy, we have laws

But I have a plan, she will soon be gone

Then me and my child will be safe from her wrath

I hate her, her blond beauty, her elitist airs

Her better than thou attitude

She scoffed when I first came

"That little mouse Jason, really! You couldn't find something
better to mother our spawn?"

"The child will be mine; it will have nothing of you thank
heaven, come Jenna."

"Wait where are you going, I must be there."

"You gave up all rights when you took a wire hanger to my
child."